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Speaker 1: It's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed,
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Speaker 1: Claire works and accounts, and when a new trainee is
Speaker 1: thrust upon her, she has to take control, something she
Speaker 1: has never done before. You can know this podcast is
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Speaker 1: close your eyes, and surrender to the pleasure of my
Speaker 1: voice caressing over and inside you. And when you're ready
Speaker 1: to surrender to me, just go ahead and take a
Speaker 1: nice deep breath and hold it for a moment, and
Speaker 1: then release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension,
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Speaker 1: as you enjoy tonight's show. The numbers danced across the screen.
Speaker 1: Claire always found it mildly amusing how they moved in cartworld,
Speaker 1: she found it really curious that no one else saw it.
Speaker 1: They only apparently saw static numbers, digits that they could
Speaker 1: either count up or down. Of course, Claire could do
Speaker 1: both of those with numbers as well, but that's what
Speaker 1: made them special. It was what they could do for
Speaker 1: her alone. That's probably why she worked in accounts. It
Speaker 1: was she kidding, she thought to herself as she sighed,
Speaker 1: toying with the pen on her desk. Middle aged, single,
Speaker 1: three grown up, and her idea of having fun was
Speaker 1: watching numbers dance on the screen. Fuck, you don't get
Speaker 1: sadder than that, she mumbled to herself, looking out the
Speaker 1: corner window of her office over the expanse of tarmac
Speaker 1: beneath her. She thought, when they said she could have
Speaker 1: a corner office with a view, the view would be
Speaker 1: a lot greener, not just an expanse of gray stretching
Speaker 1: out as far as the eye could see. And as
Speaker 1: to the corner office, well, yes it was. It was
Speaker 1: definitely in a corner, secreted beyond all the story's rooms
Speaker 1: that no one ever visited. She barely saw her soul
Speaker 1: from week to week. Of course, once payday came around,
Speaker 1: her office filled with life, mainly the sales staff who
Speaker 1: wanted to argue why their wages were too low. She
Speaker 1: had raised three boys on her own. A bunch of
Speaker 1: irate salespeople held no fear for her despite her slight sighs,
Speaker 1: and they always left mumbling apologetically that had been three
Speaker 1: days ago and had been the soul. Some of her
Speaker 1: social interaction with the rest of the staff until next payday. God,
Speaker 1: she was bored. Looking back to her screen, her shoulders
Speaker 1: slumped as she thought she may as well get on
Speaker 1: with work. Well it was that, or maybe find some
Speaker 1: pawn on the internet and indulge in some mean time. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: a knock at her door shattered her thoughts. The sales
Speaker 1: staff didn't knock, and no one ever came down here.
Speaker 1: Refusing to stand, she just called out come in as
Speaker 1: strongly as she could. The door swung open, and a
Speaker 1: young man walked in, dressed in a well tailored suit.
Speaker 1: There was obviously also very new. Can I help you,
Speaker 1: she asked, deciding he must be a new trainee and
Speaker 1: was obviously lost. I'm Barry Dad. Sorry, mister Whittaker said
Speaker 1: I should do some work experience with you, he said,
Speaker 1: his voice brimming with arrogance. You're Claire, right, he asked,
Speaker 1: giving her a strange look. Yes, I am, and I
Speaker 1: don't know anything about this, she replied, curtly. You said
Speaker 1: you might say this, so he gave me this letter,
Speaker 1: Barry said, as he looked disapprovingly around her office. This
Speaker 1: did not help her mood. She did not want to
Speaker 1: babysit the boss's son, and why the hell didn't he
Speaker 1: tell her directly? Her temper really was not getting any
Speaker 1: better looking at the letter, It just said that she
Speaker 1: should take him under her wing, as one day he
Speaker 1: would be her boss. Ugh, she muttered. I better come
Speaker 1: and see Dad to see what I meant to do
Speaker 1: with you. You can't. He's gone away for a week,
Speaker 1: so I guess I'm kinda in charge, Barry said, his
Speaker 1: voice full of pomposity. Great Claire mumbled, although she had
Speaker 1: to admit it was fairly typical. She hadn't met with
Speaker 1: the boss since she joined the company five years ago.
Speaker 1: It wasn't exactly unheard of for them to give out
Speaker 1: instructions and not tell her how she was affected. Okay,
Speaker 1: there's a table and chair in the corner you can
Speaker 1: use that. I'm guessing it. Have given you a password
Speaker 1: for the PC they have, But shouldn't I have your desk?
Speaker 1: I will be the boss soon, he said, with that
Speaker 1: now familiar tone of arrogance. You town well will not,
Speaker 1: she sneered. This was going to be a week from hell, obviously.
Speaker 1: Barry shuffled to the far desk, took Coffee's over priced
Speaker 1: jacket and put it over the back of the chair.
Speaker 1: Before sitting down, he asked, could I have at least
Speaker 1: a cup of coffee? Claire had three kids who would
Speaker 1: all enjoyed a very lazy teenage experience. She was prepared
Speaker 1: for this question before he was even born. Yes, you
Speaker 1: can back up the corridor the way you came, Turn
Speaker 1: left at the end. Follow that corridor to the end.
Speaker 1: The kitchen is there. I'll have one too, black, no sugar,
Speaker 1: thank you, she said sternly, obviously a little crestfallen. Barry
Speaker 1: skulked out of the office, returning five minutes later with
Speaker 1: two cups of coffee. No cookies, Claire said, with a
Speaker 1: wry smile. Barry just glared at her as he set
Speaker 1: her coffee down before returning to his corner table and
Speaker 1: switching on the computer, suppressing a kickle Claire could only
Speaker 1: smile as she watched him. Maybe she could make this
Speaker 1: week fun. As daddy was away. Reaching into the drawer
Speaker 1: of her desk, she retrieved two cookies in a paper napkin.
Speaker 1: She couldn't abide crumbs on the desk, but she couldn't
Speaker 1: have without cookies with her coffee, so paper napkins. It
Speaker 1: was Barry watched her as she took a genteel bite
Speaker 1: of the first cookie, licking his lips, his eyes burning
Speaker 1: with hunger desperation getting the better of him, he stood
Speaker 1: up and leaned across her desk, reaching for the spare cookie. Damn,
Speaker 1: he was so predictable. The experience of motherhood rose through Claire,
Speaker 1: and her hand shot out with lightning speed, backing across
Speaker 1: the back of Barry's hand. He recalled, nursing the wounded
Speaker 1: hand as if he had been bitten by a snake.
Speaker 1: I thought that was for me, he whined. Obviously his
Speaker 1: parents didn't go in for spanking or any form of
Speaker 1: discipline by the looks of it. Claire's eyes were suddenly
Speaker 1: caught by the growing bulge in his pants. Really, you
Speaker 1: like that spanking on the hand. Thankful none of her
Speaker 1: sons has shown such masochistic tendencies. Claire had to smile
Speaker 1: to herself. He was just a boy with a body
Speaker 1: full of spunkn nowhere to put it. You can have
Speaker 1: a cookie if you're good, Claire said, realizing he hadn't
Speaker 1: picked up the sarcasm in her tone. She watched him
Speaker 1: return to his desk, his shoulders fallen as if he
Speaker 1: was a broken man. In the filing cabinet, the second drawer,
Speaker 1: you'll find a foldomart Bank Reconciliation. You can enter those
Speaker 1: details to day. Then maybe you can have a cookie,
Speaker 1: she said, before taking another bite of her cookie. Barry
Speaker 1: stood and opened the filing cabinet, pulling out the bulging
Speaker 1: folder marked Bank Reconciliation. He stared at it in despair.
Speaker 1: What all of them, he whined, Jesus whining had to stop.
Speaker 1: They could sack her if they wanted, but there was
Speaker 1: no way. She was suffering this all week. Barry glared
Speaker 1: at her, defiantly, daring her to respond. Claire waited for
Speaker 1: a moment, just to see if his petulance were go
Speaker 1: any deeper, willing him to stomp his feet. If you
Speaker 1: are going to act like a spol child, then I
Speaker 1: will treat you like one, Claire thought to herself. Putting
Speaker 1: her half eating cookie on the napkin, she rose from
Speaker 1: her seat and crossed the room. In slow, deliberate tone,
Speaker 1: she said, you are in my office, and you do
Speaker 1: what I say. His lip rumbled as he glad at her,
Speaker 1: his eyes burning anger, before he said, shan't, won't, before
Speaker 1: taking the file and throwing it to the floor, scattering
Speaker 1: the paperwork everywhere. Something from Claire's passed erupted inside her.
Speaker 1: She had dealt with three annoying teenagers. She was damn
Speaker 1: sure this one would not get the better of her.
Speaker 1: Without thinking, instinct kicked in as she grabbed his wrist,
Speaker 1: turning him in one easy movement, she pushed him against
Speaker 1: the finding cabinet, slamming the door shut as her other
Speaker 1: hand made a large, wide dark and connected loudly with
Speaker 1: his ass. She was obviously out of practice, as she
Speaker 1: never remembered it stinging like this, But fuck that felt good.
Speaker 1: Five years of being imprisoned, five years of frustration, and
Speaker 1: god knows how many years of sexual frustration, and this
Speaker 1: boy walks into her office claiming to be the boss.
Speaker 1: Suddenly she felt released, her whole body tingled with the
Speaker 1: energy of power. Her pussy sprung from its comba, and
Speaker 1: for the first time in years, throbbed with pleasure. Damn it,
Speaker 1: she felt strong. She returned to her desk and took
Speaker 1: her place back on the chair. She picked up her
Speaker 1: cookie and took a bite before studying Barry as he
Speaker 1: slowly turned back from the filing cabinet. His pants, tempting aggressively,
Speaker 1: his eyes focused squarely on the ground. Well, mayn't we
Speaker 1: the kinky one? I wonder if Tommy and Daddy know
Speaker 1: how much you like to be spanked, she mused. Do
Speaker 1: we understand each other? She asked curtly. Barry just nodded,
Speaker 1: obviously aware of his erection. He tried his best to
Speaker 1: cover it, moving his arms in front of him. For
Speaker 1: a moment, Claire wondered where this had come from. She
Speaker 1: had never considered herself as being dominant, more, describing herself
Speaker 1: as a mildly angry mouse. But for some reason, she
Speaker 1: was more turned on than she could remember being in
Speaker 1: a very long time. Her pussy was positively dripping down
Speaker 1: her thighs. Maybe it is just a culmination of years
Speaker 1: of frustration, she muttered, without realizing she had said it
Speaker 1: out loud. Sorry, Barry whispered sorry. Miss Claire snapped back curtly,
Speaker 1: I will have respect when you address me, Suddenly concerned
Speaker 1: she may be taking this a little too far, Barry
Speaker 1: just shuffled and muttered, Sorry, Miss, speak up, boy. It
Speaker 1: might be a small office, but I need to be
Speaker 1: able to hear you. She said, The sensation of power
Speaker 1: and strength flooding her body. Barry trembled as he spoke again,
Speaker 1: lifting his chin to enunciate better. Sorry, miss, he said,
Speaker 1: his voice stronger, more authoritative. And put your arms down
Speaker 1: when you speak to me, she commanded, grinning without thinking,
Speaker 1: Barry put his arms down to his sides, leaving his
Speaker 1: hidden erection exposed all but for his pants. This sensation
Speaker 1: that flooded through her power, she presumed, was intoxicating, addictive,
Speaker 1: and she was drunk as a skunk on it. Pick
Speaker 1: up those papers, she said briefly. Barry kneeled on the ground.
Speaker 1: Claire listened to the shuffling of papers. Her body was
Speaker 1: doing strange things between her thighs, she could feel she
Speaker 1: was sudden. The slick on her thighs paid tribute to that,
Speaker 1: but there was something else. She looked again at Barry
Speaker 1: and saw he was still crouched over, trying to collect
Speaker 1: all the paperwork and make sure it's in order, she said,
Speaker 1: insuring herself a little more time to satisfy her curiosity.
Speaker 1: Pushing her hand between her thighs, she pulled her long
Speaker 1: skirt up, her fingers dancing gently over her panties. As
Speaker 1: soon as she made that connection. Her hand shot up
Speaker 1: to suppress a moan. Fuck. Her pussy was positively buzzing
Speaker 1: with electric energy. She would have to find a way
Speaker 1: to get some me time shortly to relieve leave this tension.
Speaker 1: There was no way she could operate on a sensible
Speaker 1: level with sensations this intense burning through a body. As
Speaker 1: her senses moved away from the ache between her thighs,
Speaker 1: she realized the shuffling of papers had stopped and was
Speaker 1: now replaced by a quiet, moaning sound. Suddenly, sense prodded
Speaker 1: her brain. This desk had no modesty board. Barry had
Speaker 1: no doubt, just witnessed everything from a very personal angle.
Speaker 1: She could only imagine how hard his cock was. Now,
Speaker 1: Fuck the very thought of it. You like that, she
Speaker 1: asked teasingly. Yes, miss. His voice, raptured with lust, came
Speaker 1: from beneath the desk. The wave of intoxication hit her again,
Speaker 1: her inabitions now lost comple Lately, she slid the drawer
Speaker 1: of a desk open once more and retrieved a small
Speaker 1: chocolate egg. She kept them for special moments, but she
Speaker 1: decided she needed a treat right now. Taking the chocolate egg,
Speaker 1: she slipped it between her thighs. Moving her panties to
Speaker 1: one side, she pushed it between the dripping lips of
Speaker 1: her sex. Now retrieve it using your mouth and tongue,
Speaker 1: she said, parting her thighs, inviting me. A moment of
Speaker 1: sensibility flickered in her mind before she said, and if
Speaker 1: it melts before you retrieve it, you can lick every
Speaker 1: bit of chocolate out of my pussy. Yes, miss and
Speaker 1: Barry said enthusiastically. He pressed his face between her thighs,
Speaker 1: his tongue flicking animalistically at her, Pushing deep inside. She
Speaker 1: could feel the egg moving and his tongue exploring every
Speaker 1: inch of her pussy to retrieve it. Her cow clutched ferociously,
Speaker 1: as if a wild beast had been awakened. Whether he
Speaker 1: planned it or not, his nose rubbed her clit aggressively,
Speaker 1: his breath teasing it as if it was the most
Speaker 1: sensitive kiss fuck. She could feel her orgasm burning through her.
Speaker 1: It had been so long since she had had an
Speaker 1: intense orgasm with anyone but herself, but this was something
Speaker 1: quite different. She wrapped her legs around his head, her
Speaker 1: heeled shoes digging into his back, squeezing him so tightly.
Speaker 1: She could feel his desperate pants for breath. Somehow, the
Speaker 1: sensation of those breaths only served to intensify the feelings
Speaker 1: moving through her. Pushing her fingers through his hair, she
Speaker 1: pulled him even tighter against her. The feeling of power
Speaker 1: was overwhelming, rubbing her pussy against his face, His stubble
Speaker 1: prickled at her thoughts, sending a new wave of sensations
Speaker 1: ricocheting through her. As her pussy clutched angrily, her cord
Speaker 1: burning with the swirling moving through her, She couldn't hold
Speaker 1: back any longer. Her orgasm growled as it rose through
Speaker 1: her body, a dragon awaking and wanting satisfaction desperately. It
Speaker 1: clutched at his tongue as her thighs tensed, forcing a
Speaker 1: squeal of pain from his lips as her orgasm exploded
Speaker 1: through her body. Stand up, she said, in a tone
Speaker 1: that invited no debate. Barry stood his cock so hard
Speaker 1: it threatened to burst through his pants. Drop your pants,
Speaker 1: she commanded, as she stood, moving in front of the desk,
Speaker 1: collecting the three foot roll from the desk's side on
Speaker 1: the way round. She had rarely used it before, as
Speaker 1: it was intended for doing presentations on the whiteboard, and
Speaker 1: as nobody ever came. But damn she would find a
Speaker 1: use for it now. As Barry's pants dropped to the ground,
Speaker 1: she said, and your boxes. He hurriedly pushed his boxes down,
Speaker 1: his cock standing proudly in the air. Sitting on the
Speaker 1: edge of the desk, she lifted her skirt and slid
Speaker 1: her panties off. Fuck me now, she commanded. Barry pushed
Speaker 1: between her folds. He obviously had not much experience with sex,
Speaker 1: but Claire didn't care. He was enthusiastic and fit. She
Speaker 1: just needed that cock inside her. Thrusting, wrapping her legs
Speaker 1: around his waist, she pulled him harder onto her, forcing
Speaker 1: his cock to push even deeper. Fuck me harder, she cried,
Speaker 1: as she raised the rule, slapping it against his ass.
Speaker 1: In perfect response, Barry grasped at the thighs and hammered
Speaker 1: deep into a pussy, and again the rule came down,
Speaker 1: the sound echoing around the room. Harder, Harder, she commanded.
Speaker 1: Barry threw his whole body into fucking her, pounding her
Speaker 1: pussy with every ounce of strength he had. Her pussy
Speaker 1: trembled violently as the sensations of his girth stretching her lips,
Speaker 1: burning through her body. Thrust after thrust pushed along her pussy,
Speaker 1: forcing her orgasm to grow again, electricity shooting through every
Speaker 1: inch of her body as she convulsed in raptures of pleasure.
Speaker 1: One more strike of the rule and his body tensed.
Speaker 1: He shuddered from head to toe as his warm com
Speaker 1: erupted inside a pussy. Claire's body exploded in response to
Speaker 1: the sensation as her orgasm avalanched down her body for
Speaker 1: long moments, say pana, just enjoying the feelings, the shroud
Speaker 1: of dominance embracing every cell of Claire's body. As Barry
Speaker 1: stood back, Claire asked, so, when your daddy retires, who's
Speaker 1: the boss? I'm sorry, miss, his voice sounding confused. I
Speaker 1: am no, young man. You have so much still to learn,
Speaker 1: she said, raising her foot and pressing the heel of
Speaker 1: her shoe down the flat of his stomach, teasing it along.
Speaker 1: He's still pulsing cock lifting her skirt, she simply said,
Speaker 1: she is, and never forget it. Next week, we have
Speaker 1: a brand new fantasy, or maybe two. This one was
Speaker 1: sent him by a man. Yes, there are men listening,
Speaker 1: quite a few. As it goes so hello out there
Speaker 1: to we men. Mhm. They're quite a bit sharer with
Speaker 1: their fantasies than the ladies are. The So until next
Speaker 1: week when we can get wild in bed all over again.
Speaker 1: This is devil and wild wishing, use salacious dreams. Lai